He sat there,
grinding what was left of his teeth,
waiting for the end to begin.
He cold feel the the deep chords of the earth
being struck in the distance.
A procussive rumble,
enticing,
it glistens.
He hears earth's final opus
as it pierces the earth.
Light sacrificing itself,
only for a brief moment.
An asteroid flung by some moon
into the silence of space.
A swinging ax,
perpetually spinning ineffectually.
Dreaming to be pulled into
some random orbit
of a pale blue dot.
Like being pulled into the gaze of a begger.
Only for a brief moment.
Like that,
everything is incinerated
and dies.
